Becky's Five
The Master was embracing his inner...something today. From the gloves, to the more form fitting jacket and pants (although not velvet thank you very much) to the fact that his hair was lightly gelled enough to not fall into his face at all, he was stepping away from his usual look.
It was the eyeliner that maybe pushed it over from maybe simple nostalgia into um. Queen. Or Goth. It bordered.